This Time of the Year

Good morning! I thought that I would give your brain a good wake-up call this Monday morning with some poetry. Would love to hear from you. I am going to be undergoing some changes here on my blog. I will keep you posted and hopefully won't lose any of you in the transformation. More later.

Fall is creeping upon us

And I find myself wondering

Where all of the days have gone

It was just April last month it seems

Now, all of the days have flown.

I suppose it comes from having 

 A slip of paper,  your head bent toward

Or from pounding out volumes of work 

On your computer keyboard.

Still, it means that several hours and

Minutes have managed to pass me by

And all I can do is wonder how and why

Time has chosen this period of my life to fly

When, as a child the hours, days and months

Would crawl like snails or molasses by.

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Found a gigantic black spider in my sink yesterday

And I opened my mouth and screamed

With volume enough that it brought my 

Husband, with his sore knee, running

The spider just sat there for me and all to see

In all of his shiny black horrid cunning.

But when my husband moved my dishpan

He must have felt danger on his horizon

Because when my husband looked back at him

He was nowhere to be found and I

Started shrieking again because there was now 

An arachnid hidden in my domain

And I don't suppose I will ever look at 

That kitchen as a haven of peace again 

For the image of that shiny horrid black spider remains 

Forever seared across my brain.

Later, I thought to myself, when 

Lucid thought had returned

You never take your eyes off of a spider

Because they seem to glide like they are rolling

Along on currents of swift-moving air

And before you know what they are about

They have absconded to places you know not where.

That spider owns my kitchen now 

And I can not get it back

Not until I lay, with a heavy hand, the

Flat of my trusty flyswat across his back

And break his bones or cartilage with 

A resounding and heartfelt WHACK!

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Leaves are starting to fall, and I am

Looking forward to a drive through

The hilly, wooded area a few miles from my house

So that I can bask in the wonder and glory 

Of the powerful God that we serve

Who by His omnipotent hand

Paints this tableau across the land

Season after season thus reminding me

In the process, that there is a Power that is higher

Than the mightiest of men and of powers

And He is Lord of All in His majestic splendor.

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Have know times of scarcity

Have known times of plenty

But I have a loving Father

Who has always taken care of me.

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Poetry Pondering

1. What ties the poems together into a cohesive group? Explain.
2. What feeling is evoked in the second poem? Explain. The third poem? Explain.
3. What is the status of the speaker in the last poem? Explain.
4. Two of the poems above display a change of perception. Which two are they and expound upon the perception change.
5. Write appropriate titles for each poem and give your rationale for the title you give to each poem.

Doing What I CAn, While I Can Because I Care,

Alma L. Stepping On Jones (Grammy Alma)